9/29/1969

FOIBLES TO ADE PEOPLE: L1

One day in Municipal Court the Judge looked down over his Bench an there was a Liddle Old Lady in a wheelchair with a big old Bandage around her headbone an a sling on her Arm an a Trained Nurse standin by holdin plasma which was flowin into her other Arm and the Judge says like this My goodness madam whatever Happened to you? An a Cop standin by says Judge this is the way it happened an the Judge says shut up son i ast this Lady here an i will Talk to you Later.

So the liddle ol lady says Judge we citizens really need protection from Riff and Raff these days why the ‘”Streets ain’t safe for Decent People no more an the Judge says well yes i hev heard Somethin like That but i am sure that our Noble Bluecoats are doin the Best they can an the Lady says well Maybe so but when a Honest liddle ol Lady like I cant roll the streets in her Wheelchair without bein set upon by Hoodlums why something must be Did an the Judge says kindly-like well How did it Happen? , .

Well says the Liddle ol Lady i was rollin down the sidewalk at Fourteenth an Peachtree the Other day (Oh wow says the Judge that is a bad Neighborhood; you are Tellin me says the lady with the Bandages) an i was On my Way to the store for my Bosco when a Feller comes ‘up to Me an says Hey liddle ol lady in a power wheelchair, how about I turn you on? an I says I am runnin priddy good up to now, thank you, but if I feel like I am shuttin off 1 will contact you, son (an the Judge says So it was the Dope Pushers what jumped on you an Beated you up about the Head an Shoulders an rendered you into a Hospital Case; i always Knew them Potblowers an morninggloryseedchewers an Opium Smokers was up to No Good: an the ol lady says No it was not this Young Gentleman at all, let me Tell you: an the Judge says Excuse Me, go on with your Story) so she goes on:

So i Roll down the Street a Liddle Ways an here Comes a young man with Long Hair an a Beard an purple Fingernails an he is Sellin Papers an he says like this:

Bird, lady? an I say I hev a parakeet but he says Nasty Words an i am Thinkin of Gettin Rid of Him an the young man says Ha Ha well I guess you do not want this Bird Either because sometimes it does too an I say oh really well Maybe I will take it because it Might keep my parakeet company an Besides it is funny to wake up at Night an hear the Liddle Dear goin kahkah to His self (an the Judge sed so it was the Pornography Merchants what did you in; I always figured they Read they Own stuff an get all charged Up an go roarin out into the Public Thoroughfares intent on Rapin the first Passerby: it must hev been Awful for you; no such Luck says the Liddle 01 Lady an if you will jus Hush your Mouth i will tell you how it Happened.)

Priddy soon, she says, I begin to near music in the Direction of the Park an so I roll on over in that Direction; i am really enjoy in the Music when i get there because see I am deaf an it has been a long Time since I hev been where there is Music i can hear; though to Tell you the Truth some thin is goin wrong with my Glasse. hippys run amok an stomped you into the Piedmont Sod; no says the Lady, let me tell you)

Well she says 1 was listenin to the Music an watchin the kids dance, an somebody was Burnin somethin that made a Awful priddy smell an 1 was breathin deep an jus bein out in Nature like that made me feel Real Good; when all of a Sudden i was somehow just Overcome with Emotion an begun to Cry. An i noticed that Several Young People aroun me was beginnin to Cry too an 1 thought how Nice that was an how nex time I came I wood bring a book an read them some of the Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning; an priddy soon Everybody was Cryin an boohooin an blubberin an I took off my glasses an dropped them an Then i was in Bad Shape because I couldnt see nothin: but through the smoke an haze i did see a Blue Uniform an i rolled over that Way an said like this Officer could you help me Find my Glasses’.’

An he said like this Oh Wise Guy Eh an the first thing I know I wake up in jail an it turns out I have a busted head an nineteen Stitches an a creased clavicle an a bunch of Charges filed against me, namely usin dope resistin arrest, assaultin a officer, wisein off to a Bluecoat, an Leavin the Scene of a Accident. An i think, the lady winds up, that somebody is goin aroun in the Uniform of the Atlanta Police Department an doin all kinds of bad Numbers on People; an that if the ciddy dont want to Lose its Good Name, they Better do somethin about it.

Moral: Violence is Addictive: an the innocent Policeman who starts out with a Liddle Harmless drunk-beatin or hippy-roustin or n_gger-sluggin may eventually Fall into Bad Habits.

-og, king ofbashan-